Lyrics:
to dedicate this to Monsignor, my main man on the boards And to everybody that's coming home and it's really to early to go to sleep And it's too late to call
than the Isleys Put a pop in your pudding But not the Cosby's type I'm talking big guns and Cadillac coupes The New York monsignor's just scared of his
than the Isleys Put a pop in your pudding But not the Cosby's type I'm talking big guns and Cadillac coupes The New York monsignor's just scared of his
horrible My death is a part of life my death is a part of life You're a monsignor's dirty little dream In fact you are a sweet young thing The most purest
Yes, I've put on the collar again But no, I'm not celebrating mass... Not yet, Monsignor Maybe, in time... My life now, is... is like... A sentence
páčim musí byť škuľavý Som hejter čo závidí furt je najebaný Takto je to so mnou lebo som piča Moje alter ego je Monsignor Výčap Poznám iba to čo mi dala
Som tak zažratý do rapu, jak nebol nikdo nikdy Monsignor Grizzly - ten čo píše hymny Ten čo je moc pravý nato aby mal z hudby biznis Pre degešov
Som tak zažratý do rapu Jak nebol nikdo nikdy Monsignor Grizzly - ten čo píše hymny Ten čo je moc pravý nato Aby mal z hudby biznis Pre degešov
He just wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignor with a head full of plaster Said, "My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned" As Rose
wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignor With a head full of plaster Said : "My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned" As Rose counts
not strange He just wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignor With a head full of plaster Said : "My man, get your vile soul
not strange He just wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignor With a head full of plaster Said : "My man, get your vile soul
lit dome Near the Spanish steps of Rome I heard a voice as I looked through my fingers And saw the old monsignor He gave me his blessing and said
through infinity Buried under astrakhans Crucified Sebastien Like sheep the dogs of stray Monsignors on feet of clay A meeting late at night To escalate
and the monsignors Chasing prostitutes through the Bowery Past the Dow and Jones Mondays junkie models bones feed the furnaces on Fridays And the climbers wake in
She came from the Cocos Islands with a limp and a snow-shaker huh Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor He said, "You aints gets nothing coz
presento Emme 22 Solo rime crude Scandalo P2 Lei mi dice Sono fuso Ma Faccio abuso Tipo i monsignor vaticano Come loro non mi scuso Altro scandalo è lo ior
head Was it really a mistake? We were heavy on religion This is what monsignor said Do it by the book Cleanin up my sins Make a good example for my
turbare la quiete così Al buon popolo di Parigi Sarà fatto, Monsignor Arcidiacono Se necessario scateno un massacro In nome di Dio farò pulizia Di questo
a booth by the door is a monsignor Who has fallen asleep on his beer Just over his head, a notice that read To those who pass through these portals, have no
She came from the Cocos Islands with a limp and a snow-shaker huh Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor He said, "You aint's gets nothing
And the monsignors chasing prostitutes through the Bowery Past the Dow + Jones Monday's junkie models bones feed the furnaces on Friday And the climbers wake in
Monsignor, we have your silver We caught this man red-handed He had the nerve to say you gave him this That is right But my friend you left so
Take a load off of your mind Let's pray to be sane Wooden chair and captured air Pose witness as she Spills her guts to Monsignor In a time of shame
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